Trash (A Haiku)

Trash trash trash trash trash

I am very stupid trash

Trash trash trash trash trash

Infinite

Sometimes

I feel that I could take on the world

That I am headstrong

That I am confident

Inevitable

Infinite

But then other times

I feel worthless 

And alone

I wish that I could become smaller

Minuscule 

Minute

And I think that I am no longer strong

I am weak

But I continue to wish

That I was 

Infinite

Thoughts of You

The scent of you still lingered on my lips

Nearly three hours after our first kiss

The smile never escaped my lips

I continued to think of you

My hands shook

My stomach dropped

My knees were weak

I could only think of you

Tainted

As children

We chanted

"Sticks and stones

May break my bones

But words will

Never hurt me."

But as we got older

We realised

That the more harsh words became

The weaker we became

And as humans

We are taught love

From an early age

But we are also taught anger

And fear

And words that were once kind

Are now

Forever tainted

And now we realise

The sticks and stones

May break our bones

But words will eventually

Kill us

Introduction

Hey, I'm Sarah.

And this is just a dumb blog for me to spill out some lame poetry, I guess.

Enjoy.